It had to be the coldest night of the season. Rain was trying to change over to snow and Diagon Alley was bitter cold tonight and nearly empty because of it. Angus had been on the trail, still, of someone who had been dangling the temptation of promising information about where Gellert Grindlewald's weaknesses were. He had been wanting to check up on this source before he took anything back to Robert for his use. Angus believed firmly in checking his source.
His source, though, turned on him tonight, and had slashed Angus's right arm open from his shoulder, diagonally down to his elbow. Then he had disappeared into the shadows of Knockturn. So much for that, Angus thought. Evidently the intelligence he had been chasing wasn't worthy of taking back to the safehouse.
He turned and went into the Leaky. Tom, the bartender, looked at Angus. "Angus!" the stocky bartender paled. "What happened? Let me help you. Take that jacket off. I've got bandages in the back. That will hold it until you get home." Angus took off his jacket and accio'd a bottle of topshelf firewhiskey and a glass and helped himself to a double. In the meantime, Tom hurried to bring a large wad of bandages, and he bandaged the wound, mentioning to Angus that he needed to be sure it wasn't a sectumsempra spell. Angus waved that idea aside. Once Tom had him bandaged so he wasn't "leaking" blood on the floor anymore, Angus picked up the bottle and the glass and went over to dry off and warm himself by the fire. Maybe when his brain cells thawed out, he'd be able to decide what the next move was, he thought.
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